“I’ll pick up a ring tomorrow.” He lifts my hand and kisses it. “And then you’re moving into my house in Bari.”
My eyebrows lift. “Why?”
“Because it’s the only place you’ll be safe until the wedding.”
8
Lorenzo
“We have eyes on her. She was out eating at a trendy place.”
I grip the phone so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t crack in my hand.
“You’re sure?”
“It’s her, Boss. And she was withIl Macellaio.” A beat of hesitation. “She looked… happy.”
The word hits me like a blade between the ribs.
Happy.
I’ve been looking for Elizabeth for nearly four months. Four months of dead ends, lies, and men too stupid or too scared to tell me what I wanted to know. And all this time, she’s been withhim.
A cold, murderous calm settles over me.
Someone is going to die.
Russo’s name rises first in my mind. He’ll make a fine beginning—but not until I get answers. I want to know how. How in the fuck didIl Macellaiomanage to pull this off right under my nose?
A knock sounds at the door.
I drag in a slow breath and say into the phone, “Anything else?”
“Yes… they left together.”
“Keep watching. The second anything changes, you call me.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I end the call and turn as Cesaro steps into the room. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Conti is asking for you.”
The title slices through me.
Mrs. Conti.
Jesus Christ. Every time I hear Fran called that, something black and rotten twists deeper inside my chest. That name was supposed to belong to Elizabeth. My sweet Elizabeth.
Elizabeth, who now seems to be warming another man’s bed.
“Boss?”
I rise from behind the desk, already reaching for my coat. “I’m leaving town for a few days.”
“Boss, I really?—”
He doesn’t get to finish.
